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After a gruelling 12 hour session of poker, i was driving through my usual route home which is often obstrcuted by moderately heavy traffic but at 1am it was contrastingly desolute. half way up Gordon st, a woman seemingly out of no where appeared in the middle of the street, waving her arms in the air trying to signal me to stop.
instinctively my mind battled between two polar thoughts. the first was to stop and offer whatever assistence i could and the second was to step on the accelerator and swerve into the oncoming traffic lane and avoid what could potentially become a sticky situation.
the former thought prevailed and i stopped the car in the middle of the road and unwinded my window. with only dim street lights illuminating the night, i didnt take much notice of the womans appearance but i do recall that it was unfavourable. she asked if i could call a taxi for her.
"1-3 CAB", she said.
i dailed the number on my mobile phone, and was promptly put on hold. noticing that i was still stationary in the middle of the street, i drove to the side and parked. peering into the rear view mirror, i watched the woman walk with a limp towards the front passenger door. i felt uncomfortable.
fustratingly, the taxi service still had me on hold. without warning the woman abruptly opened the passenger door and without saying a word proceeded to enter. she then stated it would be easier if i drive her since its just down the road. the only arguement i had for this was to tell her to get the fuck out of my car. instead i terminated the call and quietly oblidged.
she said to turn right at the traffic lights and proceeded to explain her current predicament. she had just been in an argument with ber boyfriend and best freind and subsequently they both left her stranded with a sprained ankle. i just listened. in a bid to keep the conversation going she started to ask me personal questions like, what my name was and what i had been doing that night. i remained polite but of course fabricated my answers.
but when she asked me what i did for a living, alarm bells rung in my head and then i remembered i had $7000 in crisp one hundred dollar notes, curled into my front pocket that made a subtle buldge. after her question the buldge no longer seemed subtle but instead seemed to be as apparent as having a raging erection at the most inappropriate of times. needless to say, i felt uneasy. with that uneasyness came darker and quieter streets.
i was no longer on main roads, but found myself in still suburban streets where the only thing you occasionally hear are the hysterical barking of dogs. i arrived at some units and she signalled me to stop and thanked me profusely. i told her to take care and as her silhouette vanished into night, i made my way home.
the entire short trip, subconsciously my mind went through a myriad of dire scenarios that may have taken place. after dropping her off i wasnt sure if i was dissapointed or relieved that there werent any of her cohorts waiting to ambush me in the darkness, that she didnt pull a sharp object and make wild threats or that there werent any lewd propositions. just a stranger trying to hitch a ride home. only thing wild was my imagination, fuelled from watching too many slasher films. though if it were a horror movie, the people in the audience would probably be screaming, "keep driving you moron!"
i rehashed this story to some freinds and they all unanimously agreed that i was crazy for even stopping. i agreed. would i do it again? probably.
instinctively my mind battled between two polar thoughts. the first was to stop and offer whatever assistence i could and the second was to step on the accelerator and swerve into the oncoming traffic lane and avoid what could potentially become a sticky situation.
the former thought prevailed and i stopped the car in the middle of the road and unwinded my window. with only dim street lights illuminating the night, i didnt take much notice of the womans appearance but i do recall that it was unfavourable. she asked if i could call a taxi for her.
"1-3 CAB", she said.
i dailed the number on my mobile phone, and was promptly put on hold. noticing that i was still stationary in the middle of the street, i drove to the side and parked. peering into the rear view mirror, i watched the woman walk with a limp towards the front passenger door. i felt uncomfortable.
fustratingly, the taxi service still had me on hold. without warning the woman abruptly opened the passenger door and without saying a word proceeded to enter. she then stated it would be easier if i drive her since its just down the road. the only arguement i had for this was to tell her to get the fuck out of my car. instead i terminated the call and quietly oblidged.
she said to turn right at the traffic lights and proceeded to explain her current predicament. she had just been in an argument with ber boyfriend and best freind and subsequently they both left her stranded with a sprained ankle. i just listened. in a bid to keep the conversation going she started to ask me personal questions like, what my name was and what i had been doing that night. i remained polite but of course fabricated my answers.
but when she asked me what i did for a living, alarm bells rung in my head and then i remembered i had $7000 in crisp one hundred dollar notes, curled into my front pocket that made a subtle buldge. after her question the buldge no longer seemed subtle but instead seemed to be as apparent as having a raging erection at the most inappropriate of times. needless to say, i felt uneasy. with that uneasyness came darker and quieter streets.
i was no longer on main roads, but found myself in still suburban streets where the only thing you occasionally hear are the hysterical barking of dogs. i arrived at some units and she signalled me to stop and thanked me profusely. i told her to take care and as her silhouette vanished into night, i made my way home.
the entire short trip, subconsciously my mind went through a myriad of dire scenarios that may have taken place. after dropping her off i wasnt sure if i was dissapointed or relieved that there werent any of her cohorts waiting to ambush me in the darkness, that she didnt pull a sharp object and make wild threats or that there werent any lewd propositions. just a stranger trying to hitch a ride home. only thing wild was my imagination, fuelled from watching too many slasher films. though if it were a horror movie, the people in the audience would probably be screaming, "keep driving you moron!"
i rehashed this story to some freinds and they all unanimously agreed that i was crazy for even stopping. i agreed. would i do it again? probably.